The King in the Cavern

On a relatively unknown radio station, a slow song starts playing; its vocals beautifully haunting and the background bass-guitar deeply reverberating against the static casing of the music's entirety.

In a cavern of solitudeA boy's cry did rangEchoes of beggingOh how loudly angels sang

With a hint of permissionThe King remained stillAllowing the theaterOf the boy without will

So the boy he kept cryingFor mercy and lifeYet the King he did nothingBut unsheathe his knife

And so with a slashOf the butcher transgressedThe King sat there smilingAt the boy's neck accessed

The King in the cavernHow unending his ruleWith servants and wivesWho're nothing but toolsNothing but toolsNothing but toolsNothing but toolsNothing but t-

Notably, as the song progresses, the bass-guitar turns into oddly-pitched -and ill-tuned violins; the vocalist ending up screaming "NOTHING BUT TOOLS" at the top of their lungs as if about to combust. Eventually, the song turns into notes and noises of pure horror; and after repeating the final line multiple times, each more horrendously executed than the other, the song cuts off mid-sentence, and the radio station appears to have gone off-air.